Tuesday, 2/12/2013

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If only a raft a zeppelin
of tears would float by
to moisten my eyes
then I could stand against
plowed up dust, molecules
of Roundup, dead bees
even ordinary sea salt
wind, and no one could
prescribe for my life
no daily adjutant
of the frontal lobes
worn bone surfaces
But then I'd be infallible,
and we can't have that
can we
No live-forever
petunias
or powders
in this day and age
of hope for replacement parts
but there are petunias
Random lines from my bookshelf:
Of course, to people possessed of jealous and suspicious
intelligence, any aspect, any manifestation of the
romantic is damnable. And to those who are imbued with a
deep love of the practical and brutish facts of life,
any sign of the "flowery" is irritating.
---Gregory S. San Diego, "Romantic, Flowery and What?"
Philippines Mail, 193_